Impressionist Road Map of the West Lyrics

The road up ahead has a fork,
That's telling me, which way to go.
And where I'm coming from to find my way home.
And in the light of my mistakes, I'll try to work it out.
And I hope I find a place, where I can be myself again.
But in the light of my mistakes, I'll try to work it out.
And I hope I find a place, where I can be myself again.

And I can't relate, to the words that they say,
And I can't hear any sense, not a hope, not a clue.
And in the light of my mistakes, I'll try to work it out.
And I hope I find a place, where I can be myself again.
And in the light of my mistakes, I'll try to work it out.
And I hope I find a place, where I can be myself again.

But I don't need this bullsh*t, to hide myself behind,
But I just need to find a place where I can be myself again.
But in the light of my mistakes, I'll try to work it out.
And I need to find a place, where I can be myself again,
Where I can be myself again, where I can be myself again.